Anyway, this past weekend we took our first family hike in the creek behind our house. I used to hate creek hikes, but as the girls are getting older I'm starting to see myself in them and I'm starting to remember how much fun creeks were at that age. I remember feeling the cold water seep into my socks and smiling at the crazy notion that I was doing something people don't usually do. I remember how my heart would race as I turned over rocks, looking for bugs or snakes or treasures. I remember keeping one eye on my feet and one eye on my brother, because I thought it was my job to keep him safe. I remember feeling more triumphant with each leap onto a dry rock, and looking ahead to the next rock I would conquer. I remember wearing dried mud like a badge of honor on my arms, legs and face, smiling from ear to ear as we walked back to the house in our sloshy shoes and dripping t shirts.
I watched the girls do exactly that in the creek on Sunday and I gave a little nod to God in the sky for giving us such a beautiful day and a wonderful family adventure. Also - I took pictures. Because heaven knows I don't want to forget this.
|Is it just me, or did Sylvia grow about ten inches since her birthday?|
|Margot was hesitant until she got her feet wet.|
|Conqueror of the Creek|
|Noticer In Training|
|"Margot, if you need help, just call for me, okay? I'll come get you."|
|Main Man #1|
|Main Man #2|
|I mean....I just.....my heart is melting.|
|It was like I could see her brain growing. So much learning in such a short time!|
|The best pic I could get of his chubby fingers grabbing branches.|
|I loved that the brush wasn't too overgrown yet.|